April 3rd 2007-2009 |
April 3rd:Ive been here in North Carolina for two years now. Throughout my two years of professional tattooing Ive been influenced by many artists. I just want to thank everyone who has inspired me di...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Apr 2009 07:53:00 GMT |
ShortStory 9 (sequel to 7) |
Here I am standing before you once again. I laugh at your attempts. I told you I could just walk away and discard any of your schemes of my destruction. I knew I could just give a b...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 21:49:00 GMT |
ShortStory8 - by Will |
The twigs and decompossing brown leaves crunch under my footsteps. They lay with their green cousins, the grasses and tiny plants sprouting from the earth. I can feel the warmth of sunbeams that...
Posted by on Wed, 23 May 2007 22:20:00 GMT |
ShortStory7 - by Will |
Hello! I know you're there, sitting there with your smug little grin. You think this is funny? You've got to pick on someone like me huh? I hope this game is giving you your jollies, you sick fu...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 00:28:00 GMT |
ShortStory6 - by Will |
It was a simple object with a basic design, a handle and an elongated tip. Even the most primitive peoples used similar tools. A small childs toy chest to a house, to a town - could all be erected wit...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 20:28:00 GMT |
ShortStory5 |
Escape
Its chilly in this room. My hands are clamby. Shadows rise then fall at the flickering flames whim. The faint sweet scent of roses touch the senses.
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Posted by on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 00:37:00 GMT |
Shortstory4, by Will |
Karma
The season had just turned, with the first flurries just beginning to form a thin layer of white on the forest floor. The straggling flocks of birds making their way into the ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 08:24:00 GMT |
Shortstory3 - by Will |
Logic?
Dear Precious, it just all made sense to me. We can never be together - ever. You may think its cynicism, but its all quite clever. Our connection is on a deeper astral level, a plane of...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 08:21:00 GMT |
Friends. |
I jacked this from someones page, this shit is too funny.
WHITE FRIENDS: Never ask for foodSPANISH FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.WHITE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.SPANISH ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 05:10:00 GMT |
Short Story2, by Will |
Nightmare
A breath of wind carried the balloon, zig-zagging and looping through the air. Riding atop the playful chorus of youthful laughter and sweet scent of candy and joy. The balloon teased...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 06:06:00 GMT |
